It was October 2002. We had been dating for 9 months. We were madly in love. Over the moon. Beside ourselves, unable to make any rational decisions about anything. Including but not limited to: leaving the house in our underwear. Stay with me.
It was Halloween. In fact, I think it was actually Halloween day. We were going to a party and had no costume. We drove around aimlessly for a while joking about how we should just go as nudists. Then Scott suggested we go as Adam and Eve. Ha ha ha, I thought. But he was serious. Wait, WHAT?! What are we going to wear? More importantly, what aren't we going to wear? Well, being as though my brain was swimming with oxytocin and I was barely able to function with all of that love drug swimming around inside me, I can not be held accountable for what happened next. Like, ever. So when I run for some sort of public office in my 50's and a picture surfaces of me in my unmentionables, you'll know why.
We decided the best way to execute this costume was to get a bra and underwear for me (which turned into a bra and short shorts) and boxer briefs for Scott. We went to the gap for those items. Then we went to Michael's craft store for leaves. We got home and I sewed plastic leaves on our skivvies. And I don't even sew! And I don't think I've ever used the word skivvies.
The costumes actually looked really good. I was impressed. Martha would have been horrified. We put on the costume, aka underwear, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Picture to bug eyed owls standing in front of a mirror. We looked at ourselves and both thought "holy shit, we're in ourfuckingunderwear" Sorry, this blog is not censored. So we stood there and stood there and stood there and suddenly you have this stark realization that you're about to go out in public in your underwear. You think... it's just like a bathing suit, but I'm here to tell you my friends, it is NOT just like a bathing suit. We were committed though. Committed to our art. So we went out.
We got in his smooth as silk Audi S4 and I remember thinking. Hey, I feel a whole lotta leather on my back. Wow, I'm in my bra...with leaves. The drive to the party was filled with church giggles and, and cuss words.
Scott still has those white GAP boxer briefs. I know this because every time I do laundry and come across white briefs with tiny holes where the leaves were sewn on, I smile.
The moral of this story-If you find a man who can convince you to go half naked to a Halloween party, and he'll do the same. Well, that's a true testament of love in my book.
And that's how I knew-Part 3
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